"Pressure in the ship. One-third atmosphere."
"Twenty seconds."
"Ship secure for space."
"Ten, nine, eight—"
I lay prone on the steel deck, braced myself and prayed.
"Seven, six, five—"
"Gyros on. Course set."
"Four, three, two—"
The ship trembled. A great light flared beyond the curving transparency of the blister.
"Up ship!"